Fall of Efrafa - Republic Of Heaven - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A funeral procession

We wane in remembrance, drained by our scorn. The flocks of the patriarch throttled, forlorn

We gasp with epiphany, perception unmasked. Ranks of black muslin litter our path

Empyrian empties, on our woeful malaise, engulfs and entwines our impious parade.

These are the embers, the fetid ideal, the end of our chastity, allow us to feel

Nerves remain tender, to touch makes us cry.

We see through these windows now become eyes

Our burden is heavy, as we ascend. Like blemished flesh,the earth seems to rent

Pustules of faces,mouths like crevasse, our weathered coherence lost to morass

Our debts are paid to this epoch, sanctimonious, no remorse

The king is dead! The king is dead! We bound his face! Cut off his head!

We spit at thee, we curse at thee, the king is dead!

Brothers and sisters, the king is dead!

Cut him down, flay his skin, our god is dead!

Courtisans! Compatriots! Lend me your ears, we slayed this demagogue, dragged it to its knees

We cut all the sycophants, deafened their call, we gave back the willing to better us all

We will not go quiet, we will not be restrained, we will not be slaves to an impotent regieme

Mark this in remembrance, the turning of tides. Our nascent republic, born of [his] demise

The nativity! The epiphany! Our elegy! To this reform!

Explanation

A ritual, an empty coffin is carried amongst crowds of mourners, the metaphor of their fallen god-trinity. The pallbearers call out to their comrades that change is coming, and that they should not cry for what has been lost but rejoice in what there is to gain.